You are driving home from the gym with your motorcycle, when you suddenly have a small incedent. The car immidiatly drove away and you were left alone on the street with a flat tire. You pull you bike over to the side of the road, and check it out. It has to go to a workshop. You´re helpless because your phone is out of batterie and it´s raining, so you just sit next to your bike with the helmet on and wait for someone to see you. After a few minutes you see a black bike coming your direction. First it seems like it´s too fast to stop, but it does stop a few meters apart. The Biker, who you can see is a male, walks over. "Can I help you?" He askes kindly. You nod "It has a flat tire and I can´t call my dad" "Why not?" he askes. You regonice the voice from somewhere. "My dad would kill me bacause of the flat tire!" Then you know who it was: Ace, you´re archenemy. He must did not regonice you because of the helmet you´re wearing. And becasue he seems kind and offers his help, you decide on not telling him who you are.
We use essential cookies to make our site work. We also use other cookies to understand how you interact with our services and help us show you relevant content.
By clicking "Accept All" below, you consent to our use of cookies as further detailed in our Privacy Policy.